I’ve been thinking about this a lot about over the past several weeks. Do we stop writing because we have too many stories to tell or because we have too few? And when we do stop, how do we get ourselves to start it all back up again? So, here I am, trying to start it back up and officially attempting to end my hiatus on WordPress (I am using the word hiatus because it is a grown-up word, and, though I’m still denying it, in some ways I am starting to feel like a grownup).
So, why do we stop writing? Is it for a lack of coffee? (I’ve been trying to caffeinate less since Christmas, because consuming too much caffeine makes me paranoid. I also realized that I’d gained a not-insignificant number of pounds last winter from a daily habit of full-fat-milk lattes) Is it a lack of inspiration? (no, can’t be quite it, because I’ve both been to the U.S. and gotten a dog (!!) that I am pretending I know how to take care of, over January). Is it a lack of time? (perhaps, but I refuse to use time as an excuse). Before, there used to be times where I would shut down for a month or even a year, but I never stopped to think about the ‘why’ of the writing hiatus, but more of the ‘what’s next’.
So, what’s next?
- A trip to Miami in late February
- Feeling restless about Shanghai, and trying to get out of that funk.
- Attempting to figure out what I can do with the 2.5 kilos of vegetables that were delivered to my apartment last week (how is so much of it straight lettuce??)
- Learning to brew a sweeter batch of ginger beer.
- Pad Thai, hopefully.
- Seeing snow for the first time in two years (the sleeting rain outside of the Shanghai Sharks game didn’t quite count).
- Realizing that I spent 2014 and 2015 in China, and wondering if 2016 is the year I start the next adventure.